"Damn it." Jensen muttered, standing up and pacing the room. When he came back, he was rubbing his hand across his mouth, his frustration evident. "Was it Misha?"

You nodded, tears still falling down your cheek. You were furious at your previous self, that you had hurt this man. "Yeah, and what he told me. I'm so sorry."

He sighed, before sitting down next to you. "What did he tell you?" 

So you told him everything, all of Misha's side of the story. He sat there listening the entire time, never reaching for your hand, his eyes dark and hooded, his emotions hidden, and you wondered if you had just lost him, for what would be the second time. You found yourself hiccuping through the entire story, overwrought with emotions, and the fear of losing a man you were just beginning to know again. 

"Say something." You pleaded after you were done talking. You couldn't handle his stony silence anymore, you wanted him to speak so you wouldn't have to wait for the pain. You wanted it to get over with so, because the waiting was just as bad.

"What can I say? That's his side of the story. One he's told you, and he's told me. So either he's really good at lying to keep you safe, or he's telling the truth. But we won't really know until you get your memory back." Jensen argued, and you could only agree with him.

"True, but I'm not telling you to forgive me. From what Misha said, I don't deserve your forgiveness. I would love to have it, because I can already feel myself falling for you, again. But I won't force that on you." You told him. "And I don't know exactly what I was thinking, how I was feeling. I don't know if I really felt something for Misha or not."

Placing his head in his hands, he hung it down low. "I really don't want to hear this. I came here, hoping that I could talk to the woman I love without this whole thing with Misha hanging over us. But the Ass had to come in, didn't he."

You sighed, hoping what you were going to say wouldn't upset him even further. "Don't be mad at him. He really hesitated about talking about it. I forced him. He didn't want to upset his relationship with you any more than it already is." 

"Yeah, did you get out of bed and twist his arm? He didn't have to say anything." Jensen said quickly.

"No, but he wasn't going to say anything so I moved, trying to reach out to him. When he noticed how much pain I was in, he gave in." You told him, and Jensen's head shot up, searching your face. 

"Are you still in pain? Should I get the doctor?" He asked, jumping to his feet. You reached out, wincing as the movement hurt your ribs.

"Sit down, please. It's nothing too bad. I had just tried to put weight on my broken arm, which hurt my ribs when I fell down." You told him.

He sat back down, but didn't seem convinced. "I'm so sorry." You whispered, not knowing what else to say.

Just then the doctor came into your room, and you were grateful for the interruption.  "And how's my favorite patient?" She asked you, as Jensen scooted back to give her room.

"A little sore, but much better." You admitted as she checked you over. 

"Well, that's to be expected. But the good news is you have healed enough that I think you can go home tomorrow. As long as someone is there most of the day to help you out." She said, glancing at Jensen who stood there with a stony expression on his face.

"Mr. Ackles, would you be willing to take care of your wife?" She asked, glancing between the two of you, noticing something was off.

He stayed silent for a moment longer, and you wanted to hide under your blanket in shame. "Yeah, I can do that. But I'm also filming during the day, so what then?" He asked, and you let out a breath of relief.

The Doctor hummed as she thought. "Well, as long as she has food, water and pain pills next to her, and her only trips are short to the bathroom. I think she would be okay. As long as she has someone she can contact if things go wrong."

Jensen nodded his head, but you were still troubled by something. "When will my memory return? I would have thought it would have by now."

"The brain is a tricky thing. Jensen said life had been a little stressful before the accident, and now you're busy healing. It might take longer than most, but you should start remembering things soon." She said before turning to leave.

As soon as she left, Jensen headed towards the door, surprising you. "Jensen?" You questioned softly.

He turned, sighing. "I need some fresh air. I need to think about things. But know this. I really do want to try to make things work. But I think in order to do that, we need to wait for your memory to return. Because right now, there is this big gap, and there is no getting past that."

You nodded, grateful that he was still willing to work things out. He gave you a sad smile before leaving the room.

You weren't alone for even five minutes when a petite, dark haired woman came rushing through the doors. "Y/N!" She exclaimed, her face full of life and kindness, and you couldn't help but smile at her.

"And you are?" You asked, stopping her in her tracks. Her smile fled for a moment before it returned, just as bright as before.

"Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot. You mean you haven't remembered anything yet?" She asked, coming to sit next to you.

"Nope. Nothing." You answered her.

"Well, I'm Gen. I work with your husband and his friend. And I'm also currently dating Jared. And I would like to think of us as friends. Now dish. I want to know everything that's happened." She said.

You followed her orders, telling her everything. About how kind Jensen has been, how Misha had come in and reminded you of what happened. You even told her about your conversation with Jensen. She sat there quietly, listening and nodding her head along.

"That Misha. He's a sweetheart, and he means well, but he has really dug himself a grave." She told you.

"True, but what if my memory never returns? Because I think without it, my relationship with Jensen will never be the same." You admitted your fears to her.

She shrugged. "I have faith that you and Jensen will work things out. And give it time. I know your memories will come back, and as soon as you can go home, I will come hang out, and help you jog them. Deal?"

You nodded, amazed at how great of a friend she was. "Deal. And I get to go home tomorrow!" You told her and she squealed. 

"That's perfect! I don't need to be on set for the next two days, so I will come over and help you out. You will have your memory back in no time!" She told you, and you were slowly catching on to her enthusiasm.

She glanced down at her watch, a slight frown marring her face. "I'm sorry to do this. But I promised Jared we would do dinner tonight. Let me know when you get home tomorrow, and I will come over. With real food. I'm sorry you had to deal with this." She said, pointing towards the half of a sandwich and jello laying next to you.

She left, and you were once again alone, but this time you didn't mind. Trying to get comfortable, you felt confident that starting tomorrow, your life would slowly get back on track.